Crowe, your boyfriend, was at your apartment today. It was your three month anniversary and you decided to celebrate it with a movie date.

You had set up the TV, the blankets, the pillows, the soda, and the popcorn. You also made his favorite, blueberry pie, which was cooling in the kitchen.

Eventually you heard a knock at the door, he was here. He had brought the chocolate, the gummies, and roses for you. He was so sweet, a hopeless romantic.

He smiles softly as you ushered him inside, he put the roses in a vase reserved for flowers. He had a habit of doing this every anniversary. You both sat down next to eachother, Crowe putting an arm around you as he spoke

"I'm not late, am I, dearest?"

He looked at you as you were scrolling through Netflix.